The grass also poked its head out and looked around. Everything was new, bid farewell to the cold of winter, and the air was filled with the breath of spring. When you walk in the beautiful botanical garden in Dehui, listening to the sound of the wind blowing wicker, looking at the fiery evergreen in the flower bed, smelling the faint fragrance and the unique breath of this spring, your mood will become more comfortable and fresh.
As soon as I entered the botanical garden, I saw the beautifully shaped inverted triangular flower bed. In the flower bed, eternal red is like fire, red is like chardonnay, red is like a beating burning flame, and it feels astringent and sticky, like beautiful carmine.
At this time, I want to be an affectionate girl, with a soft evergreen tree, enjoying the hazy moonlight on a spring night. A gust of wind blew and gave off a charming fragrance.
Close your eyes gently, as if you came to the beautiful world of flowers and plants, smelling the flowers, lying on the grass, free. This is the smell of spring! This is a symbol of the arrival of spring! Then go inside, I can hear the sound of the wind blowing poplar leaves, sometimes blowing off two or three green leaves. This is not a symbol of autumn, but a symbol of spring. Grass sometimes appears before our eyes. Although it is so humble, it is also a kind of life and a part of spring. It is because of the grass that you feel the thick breath of spring.
Han Yu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote: "The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far and near." How meticulous it is to observe such a wonderful poem! As long as we can observe spring carefully and find its footsteps, we will always feel the breath of spring.
When you see the green shoots in the corner, when you see a touch of new green behind the branches, you must really feel the fresh but rich breath of spring. In fact, each of us will have an intoxicating spring in our hearts, but we haven't found it yet. But as long as you don't lose heart and feel life and spring with our young and sincere hearts, you will feel the vigorous breath of spring, which will always bring us good hope.
2. Mainly describe the breath of spring. Just write a junior high school level of about 300 words. Where is spring? Spring is a beautiful season. Where is spring? In fact, there are footprints of spring everywhere in life. Let's look for spring together! Spring blooms in the smile of flowers. Pink flowers are blooming on the peach branches. Flowers are sweet, close your eyes. You thought the trees were full of peaches! Words can't describe its color: say it is pink, say it is white, like a star. They are arranged in dots, each of which is rising, as if accumulating strength, and then spitting out fragrance at the most brilliant moment in life to attract people's attention. Become an outstanding flower. Their exuberant vitality and upward spirit are worth learning. Spring is written on the buds of trees. Many delicate willows have grown on the weeping willows by the lake. Their green leaves are bright, and almost every leaf has a drop of crystal water. They are like a long waterfall, full of vitality, as if to show their strength, adding a touch of new green to the elegant spring. Camphor trees also shoot green buds. How green, green, green, lovely, green and full of vitality! However, just a few beautiful words can't sum up all their connotations. Spring is reflected in the bright eyes of children. As grandma Bing Xin said, "tourists don't know where spring is, but only pick children." Children are the most representative symbol of spring. Where there are children, there is spring. The children are playing in groups of three or five, playing in groups of four or six, and having fun. Skipping rope is as fast as flying; The wild cry of flying kites; The skill of catching grasshoppers is agile. Sweat is shining on the tip of every nose, eyes are clear, and the whole body smells of spring. Spring is a beautiful season! Spring is everywhere. Let's study hard in this beautiful season and sow the seeds of hope for the autumn harvest! When spring comes, it is really charming with her unique new green, like the sea; When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls. Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green eyes are all green, gently touching our eyes. There is also a little red, a little yellow, a little pink, and a little purple flashing like stars, which also makes us shine at the moment. So, I just know that the hotbed of life can be so dull. As long as the old people float in the air in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture. Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality, whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way. As a result, they began to wander in the spring, covered with soft and charming spring scenery, and let the slightly sweet wind blow. They will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. They also think that nature is a strange mother. At the end of winter when everything was depressed, she chose to breed all kinds of life and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world. Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether it is high or weak, it is. There are also naive and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether we are famous or not, whether we were born in a rich family or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life in its own unique way and with all its enthusiasm.
Spring is coming, do you feel the breath of spring? Wave goodbye to the cold winter last night, put wings on the hibernating heart, and go on a date with spring.
Dating spring. Which spring bird woke up the hibernating heart first last night? Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he heard a knock. From the crack of the door, there is a warm current with the fragrance of incense.
Open the door, open your heart, the warm sunshine jumps into the room, and it shines in the gloomy heart for a long time. Hold a few birdsongs, pour into the lonely heart, and moisten the heart that has dried up for a winter.
As soon as I stepped out of the threshold, I found that the green grass started from my threshold and walked along the path leading to spring. Is it showing me the way? !
I guess spring is waiting for me anxiously! I can't ignore spring, or she will get angry and ignore me. How can I comfort her? She prepared a good horse for me. Listen, my horse is calling me softly! So, I turned my horse's head and flew away on the wings of the wind. Along the way, the pounding of hooves gently smoothed out the scars of my heart injury last night, and the sound comforted me, accompanying the whole journey. ...
Here we are, here we are, in the Garden of Eden.
She welcomed me with her shyness. Her young eyes were hidden under the fluttering black hair and looked at me affectionately. However, long hair can't hide her shallow smile and faint blush.
Here, my long-awaited Yaner also returned to the south. She whispered a familiar language, a language that only I could understand. In this meeting place, shy buds are peeping into my pious eyes. The little tree also sneaked out of the little green head and peeped into my young mind. The stream originated at my feet, singing and traveling with my young heart. ...
In this meeting place, the clear sky blooms white clouds for us. The faint white clouds must be the wings of the sky. I asked Blue Sky, and Blue Sky nodded to me with a smile. Originally, I found the wings of the sky!
Under the clear sky, in the land where I dated spring, I planted the seeds of my dreams and a young heart. In my heart, I also planted spring. In this way, it will germinate in a misty spring rain, nourish with sweat and grow in all seasons. ...
The article entitled "The feeling of spring" expresses the feeling of spring.
I hit my waist with spring countless times, and I have a feeling of flickering. The vicissitudes of time and personnel have embedded spring in my dreams and sorrows.
When I got up in the morning, I saw the winter jasmine blooming all night on the windowsill, shy and gorgeous. Suddenly surprised, beginning of spring today, the heart will be bright and warm.
Standing in front of the window along the street, trying to capture the breath of spring, however, what I saw was still gray, without the artistic conception of "like a strong wind in spring, blowing up at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", and my heart sank. Secretly sigh: heart and spirit are separated, and the natural landscape and the human realm are so far away.
When I was a child, I always liked spring. Spring is a flower; Spring is rain; Spring is dew; Spring is a dream. Listen to the first spring thunder; Bathe in the first spring rain; Picking the first spring flower; It is my hope to set foot on the first grass. Emotionally, spring is like a fairy with a broken flower basket, flying from the horizon and carrying flowers all the way to Luge. Some people say that spring is the season for poets, that's right. The poet's description is particularly touching and captures people's hearts: "At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue." What a beautiful scenery and spirit! Throughout the ages, in immortal poems, spring is like a lovely model. In the poet's imagination, it exudes the attractive fragrance of youth. "All kinds of love can't shut Cui He, and an apricot is out of the wall." "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." This scene, spring: how like a pure and charming girl, shy and open, making people think and linger. "Jasper makeup into a tree, ten thousand weeping willows taeniasis. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. This ingenious pen makes people feel happy and ecstatic.
Every time I think of it, spring is like a fairyland; Like a negative, it stays in memory.
Growing up, seeing everything in the dark and penetrating the four seasons, rationality gave me a brand-new view of spring.
Born and raised in the Northland, in our understanding, the spring day in the Northland circulates every season, but it is particularly near and far, which is far from the poet's artistic conception and personal expectations, such as seeing flowers in the fog and separating from Yun Guan Day.
On the spring day in the northland, it was frozen in Wan Li, and the moment when the earth was covered with snow came to the world. From that day on, people waited eagerly: the first spring thunder; The first spring rain; The first cluster of green; The first bud. Diners are also brewing the first fish; The first chicken to lay eggs. However, the spring in the north is always late, just like an old man who falters and a premature baby. April in the south is already a sunny day; April in the northland is still like a strict elder, who can't see or touch the breath of spring. The traces of spring, everything withers and trees wither, just like a naked person, stand in people's field of vision in shame.
While waiting, the lake was dark and green. With the thawing of the lake, thick pieces of ice floated on the water, and pear blossoms and peach blossoms bloomed one after another. How you feel: Spring has finally arrived.
However, life is impermanent and the seasons are impermanent. Suddenly, the cold wind rolled all night, pear flowers cried all over the floor, frost covered the floor, and the frozen ice on the lake was intertwined, which was terrible. At this time, someone lamented: the eventful autumn in the northern spring is like my mood.
Standing at the window facing the street, I thought hard: the spring of season is not perfect, but the spring of life should be eternal. Just like the season, just like life, introspection, fantasy and restlessness are the natural enemies of the mentality. Why don't we seek peace and tranquility?
Feel spring, create spring, feel life and shape life.
5. Feel the breath of spring (composition) "Spring" Whispers When I went down to the stairwell door in the morning, I suddenly realized that it rained last night.
The ground is wet, the sky is still sprinkled with thin raindrops, and there is some cool moisture on my face. The cool sky is mixed with the breath of spring. The first gentle breeze and drizzle came quietly this spring.
Maybe I didn't notice it when I slept last night. One year is in spring; Ten thousand yuan to start again.
People go out to breathe some air and enjoy the spring brought by nature. I walked along the usual morning route to the flood wall by the river, and the cool air came against my face. In the cold winter, morning exercises have stopped for almost a month.
I haven't been here long, and I'm a little strange to the ever-changing changes. Walking west along the wide Limin Road, I saw the riverbank that was just demolished in the second half of last year. Those shabby old houses have disappeared. According to the preliminary results of the second section of Binjiang Avenue, a rubble subgrade appeared in front of us. I casually climbed the flood control wall and walked along the willows of different sizes planted on the river bank. Crystal clear water drops hung on the willow branches, and the tender branches gradually sprouted new buds. Two small petals, yellow and green, make people feel warm in the cold wind.
There are branches hanging in the middle of the road, dangling. It swaggered through the city, attracting the attention of passers-by and announcing the arrival of spring.
Willow seems to whisper to people; I began to hibernate and woke up after a short rest, showing youthful vitality, and the buds began to turn blue quietly. Green branches hung on their heads, and tiny velvet flowers braved the branches. The longer the willow branches grow, the greener they are. They are soft and continuous, graceful and high-spirited, rippling in the breeze, like the long hair of a girl who has just bathed, which makes vilen look particularly beautiful in spring.
"Willow green hangs down, flowers stir the sky", and willow flutters in the spring breeze. Willow branches rippled in the wind, caressing our faces gently, which made people laugh.
Remind people of the arrival of early spring and February. Enjoy the warm spring breeze and bring a fresh and refreshing whisper.
Willow has unparalleled adaptability, and many fibrous roots are deeply rooted in the soil, extending in all directions and hugging the earth tightly. It is not as tall and straight as pine trees, nor as tall and unyielding as poplar trees.
Branches usually grow in two or three meters from the trunk. When catkins dance in the spring breeze and kiss the earth, after a "spring rain", they will give birth to buds and grow into young trees in a few years. Smooth and soft branches hang like silk tapestries.
Willow leaves are solitary and alternate, and the leaves are long and narrow, but the width is suitable, which looks like a girl's slender eyebrows, just like "a petal is like her face, and a willow leaf is like her eyebrows". More importantly, many fibrous roots are deeply rooted in the soil and extend in all directions.
Slim willow branches and cotton wool, like the skirts played by beautiful young women who can sing and dance, are scattered in the arms of the vast Yuan Ye. Seeing things and thinking about people, I can't help but think of the willow trees by the pond in front of my hometown. The pond is surrounded by willows on three sides, while lying on its back on the surface of the pond. Numerous hair roots are deeply rooted in the land next to the pond, and some bare hair roots protrude along the pond.
At this time, from the trunk, there are branches and willows, and 10 thousand green silk tapestries hang down, all hanging on the surface of the pond. The breeze blew and swayed from side to side, and catkins hung on the branches, which amused the ducklings floating on the water. Ducks wander under willows, occasionally whispering and chatting with wickers. Ducks always stretch their necks and naturally open their flat mouths, full of saliva.
If you want to eat yellow-green flowers with catkins in full bloom, ducks floating on the water will never get to their mouths. Ducks fighting with each other are chirping and making noise.
Have a plenty of sleep. A duck was silent and thoughtful, while two ducks ducked and croaked about their feelings.
Most of them still play leisurely and wholeheartedly with the company of Xiao Liu. In early spring and February, the growth of slender willows is always so uniform, which reminds people of He's "Singing Willow". I stood on the flood wall for a long time, and in the thin rain, they stood tall again in the spring breeze; The weeping willows by the river are green and pretty, swaying in front of our eyes in the breeze on the river.
Looking at the boats on the river, they are busy on the golden waterway, and a picture of early spring is presented to people. The scenery here is unique. Such a dream blends the scene of spring.
It also makes people look forward to a beautiful spring. Call for the arrival of spring! The dream of spring has its own spring in everyone's heart.
Famous poets describe spring too much. In my eyes, spring is simply a living book, which makes people eat and read enough.
Gorgeous illustrations, meaningful sentences, changeable styles and rich connotations constantly attract us to look forward to it, get close to it, explore it and chant it. Spring is an essay.
Unconsciously, the water in the river rose, and the clear river reflected the blue sky like a transparent blue ribbon; Reflected with green trees, like a piece of jasper. The grass took off its heavy clothes, put on its green coat, and emerged from the field. The ground was covered with endless green velvet carpets.
Under the breeze, the willow swayed freely, stretching Anna's waist and spitting out buds. Then, the buds grow green leaves and gently stir the gurgling river. From a distance, they look like green curtains. From a close distance, they look like long hair in the mirror. The golden winter jasmine blooms with a smile and plays the song of life towards the sky.
At this time, the peach blossom does not show weakness. Under the caress of the spring breeze, it is as brilliant as Xia Hong. Although there are many kinds of scenery in spring, everything in change shows the vitality of life.
Doesn't this reflect the characteristics of prose scattered in form but not in spirit? Spring is a collection of poems. Every leaf and every flower is condensed with fragrant and beautiful poems. Taste it carefully and leave fragrance on your teeth and lips.
The newly-grown grass has both the posture of "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass in the distance is similar in color" and the elegance of "the flowers are getting lost, and the shallow grass can be without horseshoes". In the early spring, the willow branch peach blossoms germinated from the situation that "the poet is in the spring, the green willow and yellow are half uneven" and "the peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet".
In mid-spring, Liu Hua dressed up as a tree in Jasper, and ten thousand flowers hung down.
6. Write a composition and feel the breath of spring. The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is all the beautiful fusion in the world, and all colors will always meet. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes are flying freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add its color?
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.
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7. I smell the spring. How to write this composition? Although it is spring, I always feel that the weather is so cold, as if I can't bear to part with the world in winter. It was not until this week that I seemed to feel a breath of spring-because she came irresistibly as always.
On campus, you can often see boys sweating like rain after playing basketball and football, just like in midsummer, but it is not, because the spring breeze blowing slowly will always gently wipe the sweat off their faces. This kind of wind will not make people feel cold and biting, but will make people feel refreshing.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the leaves with the wind, and moisten things silently. " What a Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night! The drizzle in spring moistens every life on the earth silently: people walk in nature with umbrellas, experience spring and feel relaxed and happy; Grass and shoots quickly poked their heads out, greedily sucking the cool winter air they dreamed of, thinking it was sweet rain.
As the saying goes: "A day's plan lies in the morning, and a year's plan lies in the spring." Yes, early morning is the busiest time in spring. She sowed the seeds of life in cities, villages and other corners. Flowers and trees, crystal dew, are the most precious gifts given to them in spring.
Spring drives away the cold winter and snow with action, but leaves a beautiful "landscape painting" on earth!
8. Feel the breath of spring Composition 600-700 words In spring, willow trees put on new green clothes and dance gracefully in the wind; In spring, a few light swallows fly over the bridge, and they sing spring together; Spring is the time when grass swings freely in the wind. As the calendar turns over, the footsteps of spring are getting closer and closer to us. I don't know when spring will come to us quietly.
Walking in the street, a breeze blows, which makes people feel warm. The bright sunshine shines on my face, which makes me feel comfortable. Everything around me is shining with golden light, as if it had brought me into that fantastic situation. The trees have sprouted, too, and the green is dazzling and transparent. It is not vigorous green, nor dense green, but vibrant green. The grass seems to be awake, rubbing its eyes gently and preparing for another spring.
The sky is so blue. Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue, giving people a feeling of infinite freshness, but if there is only blue sky, it will feel monotonous, so there will be large white clouds. In My Sweetie, clouds are shaped like Qian Qian, sometimes like fish scales and sometimes like marshmallows. The pure sky and white clouds together form a beautiful picture, and occasionally one or two swallows fly by, which makes this picture show dynamic beauty. When can I see such a beautiful scenery except in spring?
Spring is pleasing to the eye with its unique characteristics. Spring is a vibrant season, everything in front of us is full of vitality, and everything in the world is full of new hope and infinite vitality.
I like to rain alone in spring. It is neither as torrential as summer rain nor as lingering as autumn rain. It is warm and full of vitality, like a silver needle inserted in the ground. Sitting in front of the window watching the rain has a special mood. Watching the rain fall on the ground and listening to the ticking sound, my inner world became more silent, so I walked in the rain and suddenly smelled the fragrance of apricot flowers in the air. This is really "the small building listened to the wind and rain last night, and the deep alley sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty"!
Spring is so beautiful, affectionate and unforgettable, but after spring has passed, the next year will be a different spring, so now let's feel this beautiful spring with our hearts!
9. Who wrote the composition "Feel the breath of spring"? A breeze is blowing, I think it is the breath of spring, the call of spring, the song of spring ... spring is coming! The breath of spring awakens the grass, flowers and brand-new us.
Grass told me the legend of azaleas: Du Fu and Xie Bao are sworn brothers. Xie Bao was sentenced to death and put on death row for unintentionally hurting others. Du Fu went to see him with food and wine. Xie Bao lied about getting a haircut and asked Du Fu to sit in prison for him for a while. Du Fu readily agreed, but never came back.
The cuckoo cried sadly for three days and nights, and was pushed out to be beheaded on the fourth day. After Du Fu's death, he became a wronged bird, crying for mountains and calling them mountains, trying to find Xie Bao, but in vain.
Day after day, year after year, blood and tears are sprinkled on the mountains, where the young trees fall, they grow, and blood-red flowers bloom when spring comes. Therefore, it also has a name called Yingshanhong.
Is this the smell of spring? Look! Birds are chirping, as if singing spring songs; Butterflies dance with beautiful music ... adding many colors to spring and forming a beautiful scenic line. The smell of spring, how beautiful; The smell of spring, how comfortable ... let's feel the smell of spring together! A breeze blew, and I felt it was the breath of spring, the call of spring, the song of spring … Spring is coming! The breath of spring awakens the grass, flowers and brand-new us.
Grass told me the legend of azaleas: Du Fu and Xie Bao are sworn brothers. Xie Bao was sentenced to death and put on death row for unintentionally hurting others. Du Fu went to see him with food and wine. Xie Bao lied about getting a haircut and asked Du Fu to sit in prison for him for a while. Du Fu readily agreed, but never came back.
The cuckoo cried sadly for three days and nights, and was pushed out to be beheaded on the fourth day. After Du Fu's death, he became a wronged bird, crying for mountains and calling them mountains, trying to find Xie Bao, but in vain.
Day after day, year after year, blood and tears are sprinkled on the mountains, where the young trees fall, they grow, and blood-red flowers bloom when spring comes. Therefore, it also has a name called Yingshanhong.
Is this the smell of spring? Look! Birds are chirping, as if singing spring songs; Butterflies dance with beautiful music ... adding many colors to spring and forming a beautiful scenic line. The smell of spring, how beautiful; The taste of spring is really comfortable ... let's feel the smell of spring together.
10. The composition on the topic of "The Taste of Spring" should be no less than 300 words. Spring is easy to see, flowers are blooming, grass is sprouting and green clothes are put on.
I like to feel the arrival of spring from its smell. Stand in the spring, close your eyes, take a deep breath and savor the breath of spring with your heart.
Get up early before the sun rises in the morning. Looking at the eyeful of new green, I can't help taking a deep breath of the morning air.
Suddenly, the clear E79FA5E98193E4B893E5b19E313333536366 cool air fills your lungs. If you savor it carefully, you will find the fragrance of bamboo shoots, the coolness of dew, the whisper of new leaves and a hopeful smell. Breathe these fresh air, you will feel refreshed, and you will feel that today is another beautiful and promising day.
After washing, I ate a light and rich breakfast and thought about today's farm work. I feel a little tired after working all morning.
So I put down my work, sat in the shade, took a deep breath, and let the fatigue of work go with the breath. Look at the fruits of your labor, full of joy, no need to take a deep breath.
This smell, the smell of sunshine, the smell of newly turned soil, and the smell of fresh cow dung all ran into your nose, and now it enters your heart through your nose. This breath drives away all your fatigue.
You stand up and want to continue to do it, but the protest in your stomach makes you have to take into account its feelings, and the call of your relatives makes you immediately put down what you are doing and go home for dinner. After lunch, I had a good sleep as usual.
Can't sleep, it doesn't matter, there are bugs singing lullabies for you, and there is a cool breeze blowing gently, so you can't help sleeping. When I woke up, it was already three in the afternoon.
Carry tools and continue the unfinished work. Unconsciously, the sun has set in the west, speeding up the action in his hand.
The sun has completely set, leaving behind residual heat, plus the miscellaneous gas of the mountain. With a wave of your hand, you speed up, followed by a big breath.
In this breath, I inhaled the smoke from the kitchen. Stop what you are doing and take your tools home.
You can smell home all the way.